The Abyss

Dong Qin suddenly opened her eyes, and Lu Tuo only felt a burst of vibrant colors before him; the colors in her eyes were so vivid, encompassing everything. The black of despair, the red of ecstasy, the purple of decadence, the blue of purity… all converging into a silent white. She looked at him quietly, then suddenly bit his finger which was resting beside her face, gently, like a kitten. “You can be a bit fiercer… make me forget everything.” She moaned, her slender waist swaying with the movement of his fingers. Ah, a little deeper, please, a little deeper, a bit harder. That way, she could feel a bit more at ease, and even the silent, dead world would burst with a bit of color. That way, she would know that she was still alive. “Damn!” Lu Tuo cursed fiercely, pulling his finger away, and slapped her hard. “You’re simply an animal!” A sharp pain spread from the corner of Dong Qin’s mouth, and fine blood trickled down her delicate features. She held her slapped cheek, laughing, her eyes like silk, mocking, sneering, staring at him. Watching him laugh out loud. Lu Tuo swore this was the first time in his life he felt such a profound sense of defeat. In front of her, he didn’t know how to make her sad, or rather, how to make her feel any emotional fluctuation at all. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and licked them. Her taste was cold, the taste of lust. “Zuo Dong Qin, you’re really something.” He said coldly, standing up to leave. Dong Qin, with her clothes in disarray, lay back on the soft cushion, not moving. She just laughed, laughed until her stomach hurt, unable even to stand up. Zuo Shao’an might have done countless wrong things, said countless wrong words. But he got one thing right, said one right sentence. To sleep with her. And to say she was a natural-born slut. Turns out, the person who knew her best was actually him, the man she had killed.